Crack of the lightning splitting the ground Thunder is sounding, artillery pounding Wrath of the Nazi's cast on Bastogne Facing their forces alone Alone, alone Sent from the skies jumped into the unknown The march to Berlin has begun Spearhead the charge

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

Put your mind over matter It don't get better, gather 'Round the sound Gather 'round the sound Come on, gather 'round the sound. This is the last trip This is the last trip.

I'm on the corner, waiting for a light to come on That's when I know that you're alone It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground Special unspoken without sound You told me you loved me, that I'd never die alone Hand over your heart, let's go

Step out, step out of the sun When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass

The sound of silent voices surveying my thoughts Regularity defining perfection Neither sorrow nor contentment Whispering emptiness, frail words collapse My weight only stirs the ground How long can I hold your hand as you walk over graves You search for

When music's around, stay warm Looking like soldiers waiting to drown And I'm not around no more We've got the time of our lives now And we've got no rhyme and no reason now Pictures of people that don't make a sound It's beautiful, and even though I

Steady bitin' the sounds (steady bitin' sounds) I'm a big dripper, you a sound stealer (sound stealer) They tryna steal the sound, dawg (tryna steal the sound) You a style stealer, we just ride, nigga (ride) I make hits, nigga, ask around (ask around)

Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and

Each will dig their own graves And bury themselves in life's failures And now the ground we called our home Is but a barren wasteland The only sound drowning your cries Is the detonation That's the sound of humanity melting away Say goodbye it's the end